Akhil was two months old in America. He was a FOB (Fresh Off the Boat). Even though he flew in from NewDelhi. No Boat involved. All Indians around him, even the ones who had been in the US for years were FOBs. They would remain so till, well, forever. Along the way, they would...
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Akhil was confused. He had just been told to take it easy by his fellow Teaching assistant Mike ‘Belly’ Smith, and was not too sure what it was supposed to mean. He had finished his weekly session teaching eighteen year old American kids how to save documents in word, as part of his Computer...
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The alarm went off at exactly 7:30, just like everyday. But it was a Saturday and there was no office today. Akhil slapped his heavy fist on the snooze button of his Chinese alarm clock he had bought from the dollar store last week. Damned alarm. Ten minutes later he woke up with a...
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The phone rang…”Your cab’s here sir” “You’re 15 minutes early. Give me 5 minutes and I’ll be there.” Akhil was bristling with excitement. Three weeks. That was how long he was going to be gone. Home. After all of two years. Akhil was a young Indian living the American dream thousands of miles away...
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